Thronae Retha(Read First Post.PM To Join)

[Indrid]

An internet buddy of mine, gave me permission to do an RP on here based on one of his stories. Some unusual words appear, but just mix them in their proper order and you'll get their meaning.

Thrae, is a world with an unusual southern pole. A mass of black clouds block all sunlight, running along the coast of a violently wind-swept sea named The First Ring Sea. Going north is where our story takes place. It's the Second Ring Continent, a ring of solid land that is home to the nation known as Relsays(Slayers). This nation has stood as a perpetual defense against the monsters that come across the First Ring known as the Vapemari(Vampire).They are a race of bloodsuckers, that turn others into what they call half-breeds, and animate the dead to do their bidding.

Relsays is a country run by three figures known as The Trinity;The Cheiftain: Commander of the Relsays military;The Matriarch:Female head who takes care of the nation's welfare(money, health and such); and The Patriarch: Head of the Relsays Temple, in charge of all moral teachings and religious aspects of life.

Beneath these three, there are these classes of society that are all equally below The Trinity.
The Yeslar:Civilians, have received military training but choose to run small businesses and lead stationary lives in cities and villages.
The Larsey:Religious class, oversee the execution of The Patriarch's will, maintaining traditions and erecting statues to gods.(There is a divine pantheon they worship, but more on that as the story continues, so don't create any gods unless you ask me)
The Selrays:Military class, trained from four academies from the age of 13 to be the finest warriors of all Thrae, they are given training in many forms of combat, but often choose an area of preference to focus in upon. These are given certain ranks(which are tatooed on their hands), dependant upon their duties and level of power.
--------C Rank:Rookies fresh from one of the academies.
--------B Rank:Given to older, more experienced Selrays.
--------A Rank: The leader of Teams(Groups of roaming Relsays, usually four to ten)
--------S Rank: S for Special, these are the ones who act as bodyguards of The Trinity, usually the most powerful of the four ranks.

There are three races present on Thrae. First is the Nahum(human), the Vapemari, and the Namail who assist the Relsays in their constant war. The Namail are a race of anthropomorphic animals.

Locations:

Mero:Capitol of Relsays and home of The Trinity, established within a mountain valley and has many buildings to accommadate it's large population.
Trop:A large port city where boats set out on fishing expeditions, as well as the launch point for Selrays teams tasked to go on towards the other countries and extinguish any Vapemari that may have managed to slip past their defenses.


Beyond Relsays is the Third Ring Sea, a much calmer tropical body of water wrapping around the whole world. Beyond that is an entire continent made up of many different countries(Imagine all our world's countries, crammed onto one supercontinent with only a few long rivers and lakes seperating them.

Concerning technology, nothing futuristic, more like pre-industrialization. But magic is present to compensate.
You may join this RP as any of the three races within the limits of the capitol city as we will be a Team of Relsays embarking on a campaign, you must post more than one detailed paragraph. Look at the RP rules if you're not sure what a bad post constitutes. The Trinity is off-limits as playable characters.
Please respect my rules, and you'll enjoy this RP.

I will make the first post describing Mero after at least three people PM to join. Until then, noone post.

[Indrid]

(P.S I decided to save the city Mero for later)
“Wake up Indira, we’re there” The voice of her father woke Indira from her sound slumber. She yawned and took off the cloak that covered her head. Everything was cast in a dull orange glow, meaning it was the dawn of a new day. “There it is, the Sapri Academy, Jewel of the Southeast” Her father rode alongside her on his own horse, looking forward with his steel grey eyes at their destination and hay-yellow hair tied back in a tail. Mejas Lanadi was a veteran Selray, as can be told from the large healed scars on his left cheek that formed a rough ‘M’ and off-set an otherwise handsome and surprisingly youthful face. Indira herself was very much unmarked, having only been under her father’s command for three years since she left the academy at 16. Her peach skin had escaped any kind of scar in her battles, and she wore her green hair to her shoulders, the bangs forming wings that framed her pretty face.

“Captain Lanadi, welcome to the Sapri Academy” One of the guards at the gates greeted as the gates themselves were winched open and they hopped off of their horses as they walked in. There were many large dome-shaped buildings within the walls, Indira knew that they were each special training domes, lecture halls and one of them was definitely a cafeteria. The two tallest cylindrical buildings were the student living quarters. Around them there stood the entire student body, giving them a wide aisle through which to pass through until they reached the central gardens of the academy. Indira knew this to be a common practice, she’d gone though it herself. All the students were gathered to watch their friends go off into the world, whether it be as a citizen, soldier or a member of the clergy. Today they were taking away three students to be soldiers.

[Antithesis]

Aiden breathed in deeply, his eyes closed, and he felt his entire body relax while still allowing him to stand. His snow white hair had fallen into his face, but he didn't bother moving it, not wanting to move. As the gates were opened Aiden's purple eyes slowly opened, in time with the winching of the gates. Aiden was quite tall for his age and species for that matter. His feline tail was at this moment wrapped quite tightly around his left leg, offsetting the tight black pants he wore. Aiden then brushed his hair out of his eyes and peered over the heads of his partners, friends, and enemies, to see who had entered. Aiden was only sixteen, but he had seen almost as much combat and learned as much information as some of the most veteran Selrays, one of which Aiden was to finally become. His hawk like eyes were able to pick out the two newcomers, one an obvious veteran, the other not so much. Aiden did, however, notice that she carried herself quite well, and was most likely a Selray herself.

Aiden breathed deeply once more and felt a small flame light at the tip of one of his claws on his right paw, almost torchlike. Aiden concentrated and the flame soon rose to that of a smoldering fire before extinguishing itself, upon Aiden's fear of being caught using magic on the grounds. He sighed and looked up once more to see the new arrivals, obviously here to pick new recruits. Aiden had been in the top of his classes, but had never really trusted in himself enough to believe he was going to be able to do anything with his life. Well, there are two of them there, and teams are usually made up of four, Aiden thought to himself, his eyes closing again. Which means it's only going to be two of us... Unless one of them isn't part of the team. If that was true then the young woman would prbably leading the team, seeing as how the elder probably has a team of his own and doesn't need new recruits. Recruits from the academy no less. Aiden shrugged and his eyes opened to the beaming sunlight, already readjusting to cut down on the glare. Aiden's eyes had always been one of his greatest attributes, able to pick up the tiniest detail or find the tiniest tic, and always serving him well in combat.

[RofocaleTheGreat]

Students leaving, hmph, it didn't matter, it was just another ceremony that people held onto for the sake of preserving tradition in this ever changing world. It was pathetic sometimes how far we as a civilization will go to preserve the casual means of life, even in times of war, as if to buy us for one split second the thought that just maybe, life may be on the edge of returning to what others deem as normal. Once again, an ageless and pathetic show of political tradition. The sun rising on a new day brought with it new adventures, new finds, and new hardships, as with everyday. The grass of the grounds laden with glistening dew from the night's sweet splendor that brought with it mists to blanket the world in these darkening times. The dew reflecting in the sunlight to create a light show for all that were willing to watch that low to the ground. It was on these grounds today though, that something different was to happen, something that rarely happened, and when it did, it marked a great event. Not only were three leaving, which would most likely be for the better, but two were arriving, and not under the circumstances of training, but instead, recruitment. Recruitment, now that was something to be interested in, the chance to leave a life of cleaning the cafeteria and maintaining the grounds whilst learning the arts of being a 'proper' Selray. Proper....heh, now there was a term worth setting ablaze. There was no proper, there was only the right to claim lives in the name of extinguishing the enemy might.

In one of the rows of the gathering closest to the newly formed venue, for the two selrays, stood a rather tall and outlandish figure. Those around him exhibiting a noticable ammount of personal space. It was not due to personal hygiene, no, but instead, personal, if not habitual views on the ways of being a Selray. The figure in question was called, Cale, nothing else, he had no other name, no formality nor birthright, he was just, Cale. A rather shocking seven feet eleven inches tall draco-morph. His body primarily covered in fur black as night and thick like the pelt of an arctic wolf, it swayed slightly in the gust created by the passing selrays, accenting the spots where his fur stopped and scales began. Scales, like black water, nearly reflective to the point one could see themsleves in them, covered his outer-upper thighs, outer forearms, the backs of his hands, and his abs, glistening in the light much as the dew on the grass beneath his feet. These of which also added to his figure. Being dragon like in nature, they were merely covered in fur as if trying to find some similarity in the rest of his body, large gruesome talons protruding from his heals shining as black as sin itself, complemented the overtly long claws on his foot paws, as well as those on his hands. Looking past the two and up into the skies, Cale's eyes reflected entire cosmoses of thought and understanding, plagued by untold fears and reckoning, those eyes, so deep and blue, like sapphires set ablaze by holy fire, were marred only by his black pupils, shaped like star bursts, seeming to change with every glance. Those orbs were covered by loose strands of white hair, his bangs falling down his face and tracing up to cover his head, reaching down to his shoulder blades in a cascade of white light, pierced only by the slow fade to black that the ends of his hair created, that, and his two glossy black horns, naturally shining as though constantly waxed, they sprouted from the top of his forehead and followed the curvature of his skull, tapering off just above his shoulders.

Cale Gave a smile as he let his gaze fall from the heavens above to the two selrays and their mounts. The female was obviously the daughter of the elder male, she was young, but, there seemed to be a grasp of knowledge there, a small burning flame that with the right amount of experience, could be changed from a spark, into a roaring inferno, she truly had potential. Cale could only cock a half grin behind a veil of steel at this, it was the same line he thought of when he saw her, that the instructors here had said about him. He folded his arms across his chest, leather and steel colliding. His garments were created by himself, finely tailored as was a nack of his, though he would vehemently deny ever being able to tailor anything short of a hole in a handkerchief. His body covered in a lightweight and breathable linen, most likely silk or something, and covered by stretched and fitted leather, that being painted black and gold, and then covered in places by steel armor plating. His whole body covered by sheets and straps of leather, held together by buckles and lashes. His upper torso and entire left arm and hand were covered by tight fitting steel armor plates, molded together to form scales almost. The plating at the end being warped and molded to make a gauntlet that fit around his hand perfectly, the finger tips being transformed into vicious razor-like claws. His Left fore arm and legs were covered by the same steel, all of this painted black and adorned in gold patterns and then polished to a perfect shine. His feet were covered by tough black dyed leather boots, strapped tightly around his shins and burned to a solid outer shell, the toes covered by the same steel plating, and painted gold, much like the steel plated leather glove that covered his right hand, his claws protruding from the leather over his finger tips. Around his chest was wrapped a single steel chain, crossing from left shoulder to right lower rib, this acting a sheath for a large staff like weapon, its tip having been fashioned with a sharpened blade, the length of the whole thing being easily eight feet. His muzzle and throat were covered by the same leather, though only his muzzle sported the steel armor, thinned and etched out to form a slitted plate, almost like a visor for a helmet, though placed in the wrong spot. It had its uses though. Finally, a sinlge black bandanna covered the crown of his head, pulling back his hair and keeping his ears down. A single fang from a vapemari held into the fabric by stitching resided on the front of the bandanna, a gift from his brother.

Cale watched as the two made their way on through the pack of students, he being one of the older ones, having been here since he was 13 and now at the age of twenty, there was little to explain as to why he had been here for so long. But it had paid with his extensive knowledge gathered from long nights, spent talking with the instructors outside of class, getting to know them all on a personal level, their lives their stories, their tricks and techniques, he learned from all of them, and he practiced fervently every night under the watch of the night mother and her pale glow in the heavens above. If there was ever a chance for him to leave this academy, it was going to be now. He needed to get out, his talents, though disapproved by instructor and student alike were wasted here, fighting scare crows and sparring with instructors, finding it a waste of time to even entertain the students with his prowess. For Cale, he fought like the enemy. Vicious and ruthless, showing no mercy to those finding themselves on the opposite side of the battle with him. His mixture of arcane and savage tactics earning him a right to be disliked, and even feared by some. Only one of the instructors seeing him for his true worth and standing behind him every step of the way. He fought not with anger, nor malice, only with the wish to see the death of his enemy at his own hands. It was with this that made him such a dangerous individual, not to others, but to himself, for where could one find loyalty, in a valley of blood and death, as such was the mind of Cale, forever searching for the next kill.

[Antithesis]

((Well fuck you and your stupid long posts Cale =D jk))

[RofocaleTheGreat]

((OoC: Yeah, well fuck you and the megabyte you rode in on A.T.! lol))

[RofocaleTheGreat]

((So, what's going on, did everyone just decide to quit?))

[Antithesis]

((Indrid says no OOCs... And I think we're waiting for the 4th rper.))

[RofocaleTheGreat]

The wind blowing softly now, mixed in with the rays of the sun. For as bad as the world can seem, there are always moments of peace and enjoyment. Even in times like these, were long time friends move off to new lands. Even though they may be gone, they are off to bigger and better things, and that in itself, is a blessing. The time spent at an academy for any young Selray is a memorable time indeed. for some it is a time of fun, other's a time of trials, but it is impossible to doubt that is a time for growth, both personal, and as a society. Many find their first loves in an Academy, and many more find their first heart break.

It is amazing how many different ideals and personalities come to make up an academy, both intricate and broad. They all mesh together to form a single living breathing entity. Finding peace through difference and resigning to compensate for eachothers weakness to become stronger. This is the family that has been known as the Academies. Learn together, and fight together.


This day, so close to morning, and yet even closer to noon, it was that time that the world itself was seeming to wake up, coming into full swing. A young Selray, having graduated just two days ago, stood in the grounds, watching the two veteran selrays walk through the yard. For her, it was like a dream. She had always dreamed of being a selray. Not for the action, or for the glory, but for the chance to help others, to see that she could make a difference in the world and see the smiles of the people, and knowledge that she helped put those smiles there. That was her dream, a dream of philanthropy and exotenionalism.

It was amazing how vastly she stood out from the crowd, much like a rose, amongst dry rocks. She almost seemed to glow with a light of her own beauty. Dressed in fine linens, created by her own hands. A skirt, waving on the hands of the winds, crafted from white silk and laid over a leather kilt that only covered the sides of her legs and rear, her lithe legs wrapped in bands of silk that raised from her trailed from her thighs to her ankles. Meeting up with a pair of steel padded leather boots. Strapped, and buckled, with silver and gold, her clothing was a picture of a divine fighter. Blessed by the heavens, with beauty and grace.

Her torso covered by a low cut buckle adorned bustier and chest plate, made from leather and plates of metal, extending out past her shoulders and up around the lower section of her neck. The sunlight gleaming off of armor and moonlight white skin, and filtering through strands of flowing purple hair, as if violets had given all their color to her. Her face, though as tender and beautiful as it was, was protected by a shining helm, leaving only a enough space to see her nose and mouth, her eyes shielded by a visor. The sides of the helmet flaring out slightly to hold two rows of white feathers, creating a crescent over the top and dow nthe back of her helm.

Slowly her eyes watched the selrays, taking in all that they were, and enjoying every minute of it. She could only hope that she would get a chance to meet them up close. It was with that thought that spurred her mind to look across the yard, a larger student, one who stood out as much as she, could be seen in the front row, watching the selray, watching her, that was until she looked in his direction. And to that affect, earned him a slight wag of the finger from her. His head noticably lowering some, had any been able to see it behind his armor, his muzzle turning into a frown nearing a sneer.

[Indrid]

“Welcome to the Sapri Academy, Captain Lanadi, it is an honor to receive you today” Said King Raschel, the regional lord who oversaw the academy. He was a kind elderly man, dressed in flowing blue robes and his hair in the traditional style of Relsays men; short all around but the bangs grown past his chin and parted down the middle. “An honor to come here, and take some of these young Relsays off your hands.” The two men exchanged hand shakes, then the King turned his attention towards Indira. “The lovely daughter, I’ve heard you are quickly becoming as deadly as your father” Indira smiled and gave no reply, never one to accept or deny any praise. “Just doing what I was taught” Mejas beckoned forward. “Come, we must do what we came here to do”

Indira, her father and the King walked up the steps of a tall pedestal that stood at the center of the assembled young students. They reached the top, and Indira felt an odd sensation. She had been to this ceremony before, only she had been down there, looking up at her father ready to give them all the same choice. For her, the choice had been very simple, she’d always wanted to fight alongside her father against the Vapemari. Looking down at them, she could pick out the ones who were about to have a very hard choice. From where they stood, the voice of her father would travel everywhere.

“Young Relsays, I am Captain Lanadi, leader of Team Lanadi, of the Relsays Grand Army.” Her father began , looking all around at the students, exuding an air of leadership and understanding that he needed to attract the kind of soldier he wanted. “I am here, asking for only three of you to come out and stand at the foot of these steps. I am asking for three of you to join the Relsays Grand Army, join my team, become a Selrays, become a soldier against the beasts who dare think of us as food” Mejas stood silent and put out his arms, opening himself up symbolically. “Who among you has the courage; to resign yourself to a life always on the move, a life of owning nothing but the clothes on your back and the weapons in your hands, a life of pride and glory?”

[Antithesis]

((This has been edited!))

Aiden felt compelled to look around, his dark purple eyes catching a glimpse of white against violet, and his eyes locked on, marking the spot where the junior Selray stood. It seemed as if time stood still, Captain Lanadi making his way up the stairs to the pedestal, his daughter following suit, and Aiden felt the world come to a stop, the petals of flowers once falling from the trees frozen, hovering in midair as if already upon the ground. As the world slowed Aiden felt his own self, his cognitive mind, sped up, his eyes flying here and there, marking everyone's position, every action currently within being performed. The world sped back up, and Aiden's eyes flew back to the podium, Captain Lanadi about to begin speaking.

As the small speech ended, a ripple traveled throughout the crowd, all obviously either excited or scared, perhaps nervous, but definitely enthralled, and at that moment, the hands and paws of all the onlookers in the crowd rose in one unanimous move, all vying for the chance to be part of such a team. Various forms of yells, chants, and cries arose from the crowd as well: "Hooah!" one onlooker yelled, another, "Hell yeah!" Aiden did not speak, deciding to let his actions take the form of his words. He had resolved to silence until he was accepted to the team of Captain Lanadi, or until he was released from the Academy to face the world. He reached an arm over his shoulder to check his katana, and then his hidden knife, satisfied with his preparation. Aiden brushed his hair out of his eyes and lit fire from the tips of his claws, flicking them on and off in an almost rhythmic fashion. As the last fire clicked off, Aiden stared up at the podium, his eyes drawn to those of Captain Lanadi.

The world slowed once more and Aiden entered a state of relaxed meditation, recalling all he had learned at the Academy, bringing back memories of failures, of successes, classes and lectures, the use of deadly and non-deadly force, and how to act when attacked. Aiden did this systematically, once a day, to retain as much information as he could. If he found anything he could not answer, he would go back and relearn, copying it down five times, practicing it every day until it was second nature once more. Aiden moved his eyes from Captain Lanadi to his daughter's, and then over to the profile of the half-morph, and then to the helmeted female behind him, noting the feathers once more. Aiden allowed the world to re-animate once more, staring at the podium, with newfound interest.

Aiden's eyes steeled over, along with his body, and he stepped forward, pushing his way through the throngs of junior selrays to stand in the small clearing between the crowd and the podium, raising his head to stare above the podium, right into the eyes of Captain Lanadi. Without speaking, Aiden raised his paw above his head before holding both his arms out in a welcoming gesture to the crowd, already turned around. He searched the crowd for one of the larger juniors, pointed to him, calling him out. As the larger junior stepped forward he drew his brass knuckles with sharpened blades on the ends out, placing them over his fingers. Aiden withdrew his katana and set up in a defensive stance, a smile upon his face. The fight lasted all of five seconds. The larger junior charged and swung while Aiden stepped aside, kicked the junior's legs out from underneath him, and Aiden's katana was at his throat. Aiden smirked and turned back to the podium, a nod of his head his only acknowledgement of the fight.

[RofocaleTheGreat]

Cale listened intently, the words of the selray coming as no surprise to him, he had heard them before, during his time here, he had heard them in his dreams as well. There was a vast danger in his eyes, watching the two up there, his mind now open to the world at large, knowing full well, that this would be his last chance of acceptance, either he would become legit, removing the blemish of the world that was the Vapemari alongside other selrays, or doing it all on his own.....it was with that thought that he paused, giving a heavy inward sigh. Dear god why couldn't the option for him to be alone actually exist, he pleaded with the heavens. His hand reaching up to grip something on his neck that wasn't there.....it was to that effect that his body froze, realizing a grave mistake had been made. His eyes moving around, searching the crowd, almost frantically, searching, looking, finding nothing, and then....understanding. It came with the force of a thousands suns, all baring down on his back as he made his way through the harsh desert of life. The understanding that what he was looking for, was right behind him. Though he didn't move, nor speak, there were no words needed, there never were. It was a silence that spoke more than all the mouths of the world put together. From years of fighting, and years of trickery. Letting his eyes slowly close, his head drooping slightly. Reaching behind him, the feeling of a leather like ring being place in his paw...the weight no more than half a pound, but feeling like an entire mountain in his mind. It was with slow and pained movements that he dawned a spiked leather collar, clipping it in back and situating it properly around his neck. His eyes, those deep blue eyes, so full of life, and spirituality, almost seemed to glow with a deep and malicious rage his fists clenching tightly the claws of the gauntlet nearly slicing through the leather beneath them before he finally began to relax. A life of forced slavery....no, slavery you at least had the chance to die by working yourself to death. This was worse, this had no end....he was...a pet, owned by another, through the most foul of tricks.....his whole life, bought....for barely more than a piece of candy. Had he the chance to go back to that day, he would have killed every last person in that place. Who would have thought....that store clerks could be so evil.

He felt soft finger tips being interlaced with his own, pale white skin that he saw in his mind's eye pressing against the leather over his palm. Holding his paw with a sense of love. Before letting go. Letting her plan be known to him. It was at that point that Cale took the first step, out from the crowd, eyes from everywhere, they were all on him. His wasteland armor standing out amongst the world, its wearer, standing out even more. There were no words as he left the safety of the group of students, a single female on his heals, her snow white armor gleaming like the rays of the sun itself, her prescence almost his shadow. The two making there way to the front, to stand before the Selrays, they offered no words of loyalty, no formalities. That was, until the female spoke. Her voice ringing across the grounds like a choir of angels. "Sir! We pledge ourselves to your cause, we will lend life, loyalty and weapon to your fight....to everyone's fight against the Vapemari." Cale, simply standing there, gave only a nod of agreement.

[Zensha_San]

It was a cold morning for everyone. The sun showered everyone with it's bright light as it began to rise further into the sky and hover above everyone. Today was the day he promised himself that he would finally leave, he didn't care how. After dealing with the ordinary routine of slipping on his navy blue shirt and his blue jeans, he would always tie a black pendant around his neck, nobody knew why he did this but it was a gift from his parents, who he has very little memory of. He stared into the mirror in the bathroom, examining his body again. His red, crimson eyes were deep as if he could stare into your soul and find the darkest secret. He only dyed his hair red so that he wouldn't be different, but his secret was his own to keep. He was a Nahum in his normal appearence but in his mind, he knew he was part Vapemari. He had to keep this a secret from the rest of the country and it was too easy. Everybody quickly accepted him as their own and took him in when he was 13. Now he was 18 and had already graduated a month ago.

He sighed deeply as he placed on a set of black-tinted glasses and left the the area, walking slowly to where everyone had gathered. He glanced upward, listening carefully and watching the clouds go by slowly, just as he is. His body seemed to lean over as he sat in the back, watching as the speech continued on. Then, it came to his favorite part, the part where some of the crowd would gesture out something smart. He snickered to himself as he listened to more and more people rant on about the Vapemari and their evil deeds. But they weren't the only one who had done these deeds, Nahums and Mails would do the same, yet people would still blame the Vapemari. He sighed as he stood up and searched around for higher ground for something he would defintely enjoy, he would want to set out the small truth everybody had overlooked. He managed to find a large pillar for him to climb on and started to climb up quickly, he didn't want to get anyone's attention yet. The pillar wasn't as tall as he would expect but it was enough to grab everyone's attention. He crawled over to the side of the pillar itself, staring at everyone. The only ones who noticed him was Captian Lenadi, King Raschel and Indiria.

He watched everybody cheer and still continue to rant on about how bad the Vapemari's were. As one of the older Selrays were yelling out something, he cut them off. "Everybody, look at me as I have something to say, say about the truth of this ridiculios ceremony. THis is only hiding the truth about how bad....WE are!", he sat on the ledge of the pillar, examining everybodies reaction,"Listen to yourelves! We have been talking bad about them for as long as I could remember. Yeah, they killed many people, but that's just it! All we have learned here is to fight and about OUR culture!", he stood up and pointed at the king," You have been having a deep grudge to them, what have they done that has struck your last nerve? You might as well as remember that last little story that shocked the whole world of Thrae! About two lovers, whose race considered a female Nahum and a male Vapemari? Yet, you still can't find their little baby....", he grew very quiet and started to back away. If he said any more, there would be trouble. "That is all....your highness...", he spoke quietly as he slipped down the pillar. He turned himself around and leaned against the pillar, thinking deeply. 'What am I doing?...' was his only thought. He walked around and noticed that mostly everyone was glaring at him.

[RofocaleTheGreat]

It was to the effect of a rather ridiculous outburst that Cale had turned his attention from the Captain to a male giving some sympathizing speech about the wretches that were the Vapemari. Had it been up to the Namail, he would have liberated the youth from his tongue in one swipe of his claws. Though rules and regulations set forth by the Academy prevented such actions.....rather a pitty really. It was under his breath that he had muttered something in detest of the child's outburst, this rewarding him with a swift elbow to the ribs from his female counterpart. Luna as she was called, the striking Nahum that had managed to capture the hearts and minds of those that she got to know. A pang of sympathy welled within her for the boy across the grounds. Though she would never come to know him, she would understand his words. Fighting was useless. She could only shake her head. The prior show of laughable acts presented by a single student who felt it his prerogative to give light to his abilities to fight simpleton. Looking from the two attention mongers across the way and back to Cale she simply smiled, returning her gaze finally from him to the Captain.

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Such outlandish behavior.....a show put on for the masses by a couple of clowns. The acts themselves, both ranging in vast immaturity as well as borderline traitorism. Cale shook his head, finally making the remark of how vast his desire to liberate the young man from his traitorous tongue had extended, ending in a shot of pain as an armored elbow collided with his ribs. Though he didn't budge nor make any show of even feeling the blow. On the inside he felt it, slightly, more so he felt the rising passion to grab the female by her neck and squeeze until she stopped breathing. Gods how he despised her. More than anything, possibly more so than the Vapemari, he despised her. But at the same time, his hatred for her was fueled by the ever present fact...that he could not bare to remove himself from her presence. He had become infatuated with her. Though he would never admit it. And the worst part was that she knew, entirely. And it was because of this that she made such a point to pester him, because she had come to understand his outbursts were just his way of expressing his love for her. On many attempts Cale had found himself standing over her sleeping form, enjoying the moment before he would end her life....and every time, he would end up walking away, unable to even muster the will to touch her. By far....this was a curse greater than any damning dementia.

With sun now higher in the sky, the gleam of his armor and his female associate......master, had combined to resemble a show of unity. Though even that in itself irked him, he found he had no motive to do anything to tarnish his reputation of being the student he was. He would not foul the others' vision of himself by doing something to make him seem immature. Instead, he stood his ground, staring down the Captain. His eyes, unblinking, void of feeling towards the officer. But it was there, the want, the pure unbridled need to bring about the destruction of his sworn enemy. It burned with the heat of a thousand suns. And from that inward hatred.....yet again, he recieved another elbow from the female. His left eye twitching slightly as his fists clenched. The female only smiling brightly before returning to her respectful posture, the male next to her mere seconds from turning and rending her from limb to limb.

[Indrid]

“Quite the crop you have here King Raschel” Captain Lanadi said as he and his daughter descended the podium, welcoming his new soldiers with open arms. He turned his head to the male Nahum that had spoken out against the King, and very much against the country and people as a whole, extending a hand out to him, palm-up, the simplest sign of a kind offering. “Come boy, I can use someone so daring to speak such things, and I can tell you need to see the world beyond these academy walls. If you are to see why we fight.” Captain Lanadi stood and waited for the Nahum to join their group.

Indira stood beside her father, looking over the new recruits. She remembered being in almost they’re same position, fresh out of the Academy, leaving with you father and some of your best friends in tow. Of course since then, most of her friends from that day had either fallen in battle, save the one who had left service in order to become a Yeslar soon after becoming pregnant. As for the Nahum boy who had spoken out, Indira was somewhat wary of him. It was unheard of for anyone to speak so harshly about not only the country, but essentially their way of life. How could her father be thinking of taking him in? They were going on a mission to meet with the Chieftain soon after this, could they risk this male speaking out there as well, in front of the one man in the country with the power to have him exiled and who can question her father’s judgment?

“I assure you Captain, that one is the only problem we have here” King Raschel began, standing on the other side of her father and keeping an eye not on the boy, but on those around him. One would expect him to look scornful at him, but instead King Raschel looked much more warily at everyone around him. “Fine soldier, don’t mistake my words, but his mouth is rather loose. It’s earned him many bruises since we took him in years ago”

[Antithesis]

A deep sigh of respect emanated from the young feline as he dropped to a knee, his eyes downcast at the feet of the captain and his daughter, Aiden's hair falling down into his eyes as he did so. Aiden chuckled softly and fell to a sitting position, legs out in front of him, one bent at the knee, the other wedged in behind it. Aiden glanced up at the faces of Captain Lanadis and Indira, memorizing them, and then over to the pair standing close to him in the clearing between the crowd and the podium, their features soon being memorized as well, the last to have this treatment bestowed upon him the young Selray that had called out from a few moments ago. Another day, another group of files stored away in the catacombs and caves of Aiden subconcsious, to be called upon later.

Aiden glanced towards the pair on his left, amazed at the strange coupling. Aiden was always a flair for the dramatic, and the bouquet of feathers that flanked the headress of the female had caught his eye before anything else. Now that he had gotten over the first initial admiration, however, he noticed what lay beneath the fancy garments. They wore the same armor, obviously walked together, and seemed to be able to communicate almost telepathically. There was something stranger about them than the identical armor and profound communication skills, something below the surface. The geno-morph seemed to be almost under the control of the female, or at least in spirit he was. Aiden sighed, not wanting to follow the matter any farther until he had the time, for now he had to concentrate on getting picked to join the team.

[Zensha_San]

He turned as King Raschel called out to him, in a tone he did not expect at all for that matter. All of his mind had changed a bit and walked towards the king, ignoring the glares and horrible comments he was recieving while brushing through the massive crowd. A little while before he reached the clearing the King had made, a simple and yet, young Selray stopped him in his own tracks and sent out a punch. He watched as the young Nahum ran to him, with his arm behind, and punched Zack in the face. Everyone gasped at the sight and some cheered on. All Zack did was pull the boys arm away and smiled at him with a small grin, walking past him. Even though he was the rebellious type, his mind was peaceful and clear. He stood face to face with the King and knelt before him, even after Zack had spoken out of line. As he bowed his head, he did not say a word. He knew that saying the wrong things toward the King himself would cause and instant execution. He continued to listen to the crowd rabbling on about how this issn't how it should be and whatnot.

[RofocaleTheGreat]

The act of a bow. Such a simple movement, and yet, so complex in its meaning. The very motion, a show of sincerity and loyalty. Commitment, and trust. It was some thing that Cale would have none of. In his eyes, there were none higher than him, no one would rule over him, there were simply equals with a diplomatic advantage.....and the king, was just that. The king standing there, next to Lanadi and his daughter, he looked so proud, so regal...almost overtly. Cale's eyes narrowed, simply giving a nod of his head towards the King and company. He would not be thrown by pleasantries and norms to diminish his own self worth. Not him, not in the least would he ever submit himself to anyone.....well....almost anyone. But even that was but a matter of time eventually he would find a way to escape this binding settlement that he had been conned into, and when he did, blood would rain from the heavens, and that girl's head would lay at the bottom of a lake. Well, that is what he liked to believe, inwardly he sighed at the image of standing next to the nahum for the rest of his existence, and the worst part of it all, the fact that he would actually be sporting a sincere smile.......a true nightmare.

Cale finally roused himself from this wretched look at the future of his life, returning to the understanding of where he was. He only twitched his head to one side, his long white hair whipping behind him fraying out in the air as his neck popped, relieving the tension of a kink that had long sense been bothering his neck vertebrae. It was out of the corner of his eye that he watched the final character come forward. The insolent child that dared to stand up for the creatures, no, the filth that he had vowed to destroy.

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The female, broken from her curtsy by the sight of Cale's lack of respect for those in a higher seating than him, was brought upwards by the force of her own arm, reaching around to land a slap on the arm of the geno-morph. His eyes barely moving to look at her. She would only stare at him, it was that look a mother would give a child for misbehaving, and the look the male would give her was one of contempt and homocidal tendency, followed shortly after by a wilting expression of regret. His chest heaving in a sigh as he looked back to the king, giving a look that says. 'I can't believe I'm doing this.' and then proceeding to bow before the king, though only very slightly. The armored female Nahum would only give a smile of approval, turning back to face the king and the two guests of honor. The crisp air of the day filling her lungs, much as the moment of standing before such a prestigious group filled her soul with pride. Cale, standing next to her, only shook his head, seemingly disappointed with himself for once again, falling victim to his weakening will. Not by any other choice than his own to follow her commands. His eyes, looking out over the leather and metal that guarded his muzzle, a whisper fainter than even the fluttering of a butterfly, exiting his maw in the form of a single name. "Sera....." He spoke to himself, his eyes locked on the female's form next to him and for a second, he could see her's locked on him, before that token sweet smile eclipsed her face, or what was visible of it.

[Indrid]

“Rise Zack, you have no cause to apologize to me now” King Raschel motioned for the nahum to rise, nodding his head. “He’s correct Zack” Captain Lanadi interjected, looking down at him. “As a Selray under my command, you now only need apologize when I so order” He looked at the King. “And since King Raschel doesn’t desire one, I don’t desire to order one” Beckoning them all to follow, Captain Lanadi started walking back towards the gates they had only recently come in through. “I assume you all said whatever goodbyes you meant to give, because this may be the last day you see any of these people again”

"Welcome to the team, my name is Indira" She formally introduced herself to the new recruits, the only one of the hundred people smiling. "I'm the second-in-command" She said showing the red tattoo on her wrist that marked her as being a Captain, and the 3 indicated she had been gauged at the second highest level of physical/spiritual power. Her father also had a 3, but only because he didn't meet certain requirements to be given a 4, the highest level a soldier can achieve in the military.

"We'll be heading to a Skin-Writer now, to give you all the white tattoo for regular infantrymen" Indira explained as they passed the gates of the academy, where they saw their horses waiting with three more for the recruits. "Two of you will have to double up" Captain Lanadi stated as he got back onto his own chestnut brown horse.

[Antithesis]

Aiden nodded, glancing subconsciously to the area of arm covered by his tight clothing that had been shaved of his snow white fur in preparation of his tattoo. Aiden stood and joined Indira and her father at the gate, looking over the horses with the eye of a trained breeder, and chose a black stallion with a white flare running up his face, the horses dark brown eyes staring straight forward, obviously well trained. "My name is Aiden, Ms. Indira," Aiden replied, hating every formal word out of his maw. Aiden turned to face the throngs of trainees whose dreams and hopes had been crushed, and a sly smile crossed his face. "Well," he said to himself, "At least it isn't me." Aiden mounted the horse, his footpaws found the stirrups quickly, and gathered the reins in his paw, turning the horse to face his new teammates and team leader. Aiden brushed his hair to one side, now less out of necessity and more out of habit, waiting for his fellow team members to mount up.

So this is it, eh? Aiden thought, a smile gracing his face, I'm finally going to be able to prove myself. I hope I don't die on my first mission. Aiden laughed softly and reached down to give the horse a friendly pat, knowing how to care for a house after hours and hours of practice as a young boy. Along with mounted warfare training received at the Academy, Aiden was one of the best horse riders they could have hoped for, able to gallop while riding backwards, jump off a horse and land on another, stand atop a horse, and more, all of which Aiden had loved learning, always wanting to improve his skills. Aiden had a good guess that the pair of what appeared to be siblings or perhaps lovers would be the two pairing up, but who was he to say? It doesn't matter though, Aiden thought with a shrug, and laid back, his spine arching over the saddle of the horse and his shoulders and head finding the stallion's back, creating a nice cradle for the agile feline.

[RofocaleTheGreat]

Looking at the others, Cale gave a roll of his eyes. He found the whole symbolic nature of the way the selrays did things to be useless and left him feeling rather contrite towards their operations. Grunt, infantryman, captain, it mattered not. Cale knew his worth, he knew that he could out fight, out last the best of the best, and when the last breath was drawn, it would be him, awash with the life blood of the fallen both friend and foe, just him, with greatness as his keepsake. Looking to the horses, Cale nearly walked away, a firm white hand gripping to the back of his collar and holding him fast. Cale was never much one for riding anything. He could nearly run just as fast as a horse could gallop, in fact, it was quite possible that given the right amount of sleep and diet the day before, Cale could possibly out run a horse, now granted, those beasts of burden had him entirely out matched in the endurance portion of running, but, that was entirely beside the point...at least that was how he felt. Looking from the Captain and his daughter, as well as the first boy to mount one of the equines. Finally Cale settled on a horse, taking a step towards it before he was lead to another horse, the same hand once on his collar now holding his paw. Cale let his shoulders sink momentarily, racked in the pain of knowing that the worst creation on the face of the planet was the life span of the nahums. If only they died at birth, he wouldn't be in this situation in the first place. He helped the female onto the horse, her figure sliding back in the saddle, nearly dismounting it entirely, waiting for him to join her. Thus he did, placing one boot laden foot-paw in the stirrup, the saddle creaking under his weight. Quickly he brought his other leg up and around, digging the heel of his boot into the side of the female's helm, effectively knocking her off the side of the horse and sending her sprawling to the ground where she simply laid there for a moment. Cale leaned back slightly bringing his clenched paws up to this chest as he let his head fall back, seeming to lavish in a victory of his own, his continued silence being his ever present theme, even in his celebration of liberating his mind of some of the continuous rage she invoked in him. Eventually he picked up the reigns of the horse, feeling greatly relieved.

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Looking through the slitted visor of her helm at the sky, still swirling above her in a feeling of perpetual daze. IT felt as if a tree had been uprooted and flung against the side of her head. Slowly she raised her hand, dragging it across the ground beneath her to rest it against her helm, twitching slightly at the feeling of pressure to the wound. She slowly, and rather achingly raised herself up, crawling back onto the horse and wrapping her arms around her companion's waist, leaning her head against the back of the male infront of her, not making a sound. It seemed as if the previous joy and love had been knocked out of her, leaving only a passive and personality challenged husk of a nahum behind. The male reached behind him, placing a gauntlet covered paw on her knee, her hand coming to rest on top of it. They stayed their for a moment, not really, moving, though, it was easy enough to understand their was a deeper sense of interaction occurring between them than what was apparent at first glance. Slowly, almost hesitantly, Cale would lower his paw from the reigns to hold the female's hands at his waist. For the first time ever in anyone else's eyes, actually showing some amount of caring for the young nahum female. A small and warm smiled made itself known from beneath her helm, nuzzling her visor against his back before quickly squeezing his mid section with the grip of a bear trap, a choking gasp escaping the male as he struggled to even move under the paralyzing grip of the female, his ability to breath now temporarily disabled. Eventually she let go, leaving him swaying from side to side in the saddle, dazed and confused as oxygen returned to his lungs. The female giving his head a couple pats before resting her hands at his hips once more.

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A lot of people say, once you've known someone long enough, you don't have a need to hear their words, as you already know what they are going to say. They also say that you are able to deal with hardships better through cooperation and achievement through team work. What they don't tell you is that the hardships you try to over come are the tendencies to try and kill each other.

[RofocaleTheGreat]

((BUMP))

[Zensha_San]

Zack sighed and looked at the empty horse, and brushing past everyone's looks, glares and thoughts. He placed his hand onto the side of the clack horse. The horse did not flinch at his soft touch and allowed him to saddle up. Zack did so and climbed up with no problem. He grabbed the reigns and tested the horse a bit, getting used to something he has never tried. It was weird how he had already handled the horse simply by his touch. Was it because he was apart of something everybody hated, or was it by his somewhat good nature, either way he didn't know. He pulled the reigns towards everybody else and, for some reason, smiled at them. he was eager to leave this hated place and wanted to see all of these problems and fights for himself.

He glanced at the Indiria, who he could guess he was hated by since his little outburst would really cause his death. He ignored it and chuckled a bit. He looked among the others and recognized some, such as Cale and Aiden.

[Indrid]

"Follow me soldiers, we're headed to rendezvous with the Cheiftain, he has a mission for us he wished to give himself" Captain Lanadi ordered from the head of the group, looking forward with a stone face as he was deep in thought. He thought mostly about his daughter and the new recruits( a good captain never thinks of themselves). The big male Namail, he could tell he had all the brawn and maybe the mental skill to be a great fighter. But he also could already see a flaw to this iron wall of a being, he seemed the type to hate working in a large group. Maybe it was good for when he'd become one of the S-Class, but for now he was his soldier.

The other two, he was slightly more optimistic about, but not too much. He had to save his judgments for when they faced a sizable horde of Vapemai, those who lived he'd keep, but those he or Indira had to personally rescue, they'd get they're first strike, then the speech explaining his policy.

[RofocaleTheGreat]

The acadamy was already disappearing behind them. The land now seeming totally alien. Of course they had all been outide the academy, everyone went out once in a while for training with the instructors...but now, there were no instructors, just a group of graduates, a captain and his daughter. This was the beginning, or perhaps the end of the rest of their lives. Clouds billowed on the far horizon, echoing whispers of rain and storms, but not for many a good hours to come. This was peaceful, as it always was here, and yet, it couldn't help being felt that this was one of the most un-nerving days yet.

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A heavy muffled sigh came from the large namail, to him this was just a trivial movement on the path of life, it was one step closer to his goal of supremecy and domination of the Vapemari race. The thoughts and dreams of his conquest lay sprawled out before him in an endless river of cataclysmic events that would fall from his paws. Momentarily his day dreams were disturbed, feeling the weight of his pole-arm growing on his back he turned around, seeing the nahum female asleep, laying against him, one gauntlet cover hand grasping the staff of his weapon. This warrented another sigh. God...it was amazing how tolerable she was as long as she looked like she was dead. Cale had adapted this as a rule of thumb for all things in the universe. He had yet to meet a zombie or the like, in which case he had already created a new rule of thumb just for the occassion, being that all things were tolerable as long as they had been killed by him. Which seemed to fit just as well in his mind. Life continued to drag on, the backs of the others facing him, leaving him to his own devices of predicting the deaths of them all, the Captain, he would probably die first, Vapemari no doubt, probably trying to save one of the others from them. His daughter, she might last a while, he figured it was be a rogue or thief that ended her life....hmm, but those were all just predictions, only time would really tell.

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Light shown down into an endless valley, walled on both sides by towering unscaleable mountains. The sky, a deep azure, radiating the warmth of the sun onto her body. Why she was in this strange place, she didn't know, nor did she care, all she knew was that he was here, and that was enough. In the distance, the sky was beginning to darken, as massive thunder clouds began rolling in at a sickening pace their shadows blanketing the ground in darkness...and with them, came hell. Hordes upon hordes of vapemari, spewing forthe from the shadows, fouling the winds with their unholy stench. He blade rang loudly as it slid free of its sheath, the silver slicing through bodies as though they were merely water, but for every one that fell, another thousand would rise in its place. Surrounded by death and havoc, the creatures of darkness slwoly cricling her, closing the gap between themselves and her mortality. She found herself lying helpless before them, paralyzed in fear, unable to move, and just as they reached out to claim her...darkness swept over the land. A shadow far darker than anything in the world of the living. A pure, and perfect abscense of all things. And from it, came her salvation, The mountains ofthe valley crumbled as the figure approached ever closer, its towering form casting the vapemari into flames just with a single breath. The infinite army of foes seemed to vanish in a fire matching that of the flames of hell itself, leaving only her form, bare to the world...and him. Reaching out with a single hand to take her's, his deep blue eyes piercing through the darkness, the soft fur of his paw enveloping her hand, pulling her closing, wrapping his arms around her, holding her body to his. An invisible phantom so cloaked in the darkness that only she remained in sight, the two of them silent, as silent as the darkness surrounding them. Slowly the world of her dreams faded, leaving behind only memories, and a deep voice: "A life from which you will never find respite...and a death which hath no end....is it really worth it?" The voice left her shivering. The finality of its words so condemning. A gloved paw made itself known, resting on her leg, the male infront of her making a nearly invisible attempt at comforting her. The was a flicker of light in the darkness of his soul, one that could rage into an all consuming inferno if it was able to survive the darkness first.